Qin Ran was very satisfied after using the public funds to buy elixirs and medicinal herbs for himself. He took Feng Feiyan to say goodbye to Elder Sun in front of the mountain gate of Zhishen Valley, then rode on a cloud and headed for Daojianmen.
Kieran stood on the cloud with his hands behind his back.
He watched the mountains and trees rushing past below him—and thought, this is what it feels like to fly on the clouds;
He listened to Feng Feiyan's gentle voice as she led the way - he had a good memory and had memorized the route. He wanted to know where Feng Feiyan would take him, and whether she would find a place with beautiful scenery.
He smelled the fragrance carried by the wind from Feng Feiyan's body - and felt the feeling of the poison taking effect little by little in his body.
His face gradually turned darker; he slowly felt his head getting a little dizzy; he seemed to be afraid of heights, his eyes were dizzy, and he went from standing to sitting.
“Elder Jian always said that you have learned alchemy very well.” Feng Feiyan’s gentle voice sounded beside Qin Ran’s ears, “Now it seems that he is also wrong sometimes.”
Qin Ran felt weak and slowly looked towards Feng Feiyan.
Feng Feiyan is standing on the edge of the clouds, with a graceful figure, gentle and intellectual temperament. With the blue sky and white clouds as the background, and the distant mountains and nearby water as the foil, and her hair fluttering, she is stunningly beautiful.
“Look, you’ve been poisoned for a long time, but you don’t even know it. Doesn’t this mean that your alchemy skills are very poor?” Feng Feiyan looked at Qin Ran with gentle and affectionate eyes, making Qin Ran think that she was his sister or his sister’s lover.
The poison had taken its toll and Qin Ran was very weak.
He smiled and asked Feng Feiyan, "From my past life to this life, I don't really understand Stockholm syndrome. Now I'm dying. Can you explain it to me?"
"What disease?" Feng Feiyan didn't hear clearly. She smiled gently and said, "Master Qin, please ask. If I know anything, I will definitely answer you."
“To put it simply, it is a strange feeling between the victim and the perpetrator.” Qin Ran described it in a low voice.
"Between you and Jian Yuanjie, you are Jian Yuanjie's cauldron. Jian Yuanjie has taken all of your best cultivation essence. Your cultivation is for Jian Yuanjie to form a baby. Your perfect body exists to satisfy Jian Yuanjie's sexual desire. You are exploited by Jian Yuanjie in every aspect. So, I don't understand why you still respect him so much, and even want to avenge him at the cost of your life?"
Feng Feiyan was stunned when she heard Qin Ran's words. She didn't expect Qin Ran to talk about this before he died.
After a while, she replied, "Elder Jian led me to the path of cultivation. Elder Jian is like my second parent. Everything I have is given by Elder Jian. Elder Jian just wants my body... I am willing and can't ask for more."
Qin Ran saw the obsession and love in Feng Feiyan's eyes. He shook his head and still couldn't figure it out. But he roughly knew that Feng Feiyan was too ignorant and was pua by Jian Yuanjie early on.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Feng Feiyan asked him: "You see everything clearly. So you must know where Elder Jian is, right? Is Elder Jian still alive? He is still alive, right?"
Qin Ran met her increasingly anxious eyes, and a smile appeared on his blackened face. He said, "Jian Yuanjie was killed by my own hands. His body was shattered and his soul was scattered. I did my best to prevent him from having the slightest chance of survival."
Instantly, Feng Feiyan's anxious eyes were filled with disbelief and hatred. She stared at Qin Ran and shouted, "Impossible! How can you be a match for Elder Jian?!"
“It’s a pity that I can’t let you see his body with your own eyes…” Qin Ran apologized sincerely, “Sorry!”
“Ahhh…” There was only hatred and cruelty left in Feng Feiyan’s eyes. There was no trace of gentleness or intelligence anymore. She clawed at Qin Ran’s head like a ghost.
Qin Ran was too weak to dodge and had half of his head torn off by a claw.
Half of the head rolled down the cloud, and the other half was still on the neck. The mouth opened and said, "In fact, I already knew that you were an undercover agent of Zhishen Valley. I also saw clearly that you sent a message to Elder Sun. I also knew clearly that you fed me poison. But guess why I didn't expose you?"
After the claw, Feng Feiyan vented some of her anger and regained some of her rationality. There was some disgusting soup on her hand. She asked Qin Ran: "Why?"
"Because I feel sorry for you." Qin Ran said as some mist appeared on one side of his head, then slowly filled up his head.
The flying cloud stopped at some point. Feng Feiyan looked at Qin Ran, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and returned to her gentle and intellectual appearance. She replied, "I'm not pitiful. I'm fine. I killed you and avenged Elder Jian. Then I will be free and a cultivator who has resolved all karma."
She heard someone coming nearby and she started laughing. Her laugh was very gentle and touching. She said, "You are the one who is pitiful. You are the head of a good mountain, but you came out to purchase elixirs for no reason and lost your life."
Qin Ran looked around and saw dozens of cultivators gathered around, some holding swords, some holding guns, some holding knives, and some holding strange magical weapons. They were both men and women. They were probably some independent cultivators or bandits, or a disguised independent cultivators or bandits.
"I will escape back to Daojianmen covered in wounds and tell the sect leader that I was robbed by a random cultivator on the way and Elder Qin unfortunately died in the battle. I was lucky enough to escape thanks to the elder's protection." Feng Feiyan said softly.
"For the sake of face, Daojianmen will seek revenge on this non-existent loose cultivator organization; for you, your talented disciples will seek revenge everywhere, and may even die in battle one day. After that, Danfeng will disappear from Daojianmen, and after that, Zhishengu's plan will succeed, and Daojianmen will disappear from the long river of history."
"Before you set up a plan to kill me, did you know what I'm good at?" Qin Ran asked Feng Feiyan while looking at the "bandits" surrounding him from above and below.
"What?" As far as Feng Feiyan knew, Qin Ran was just an alchemist who lived in seclusion.
"First, I'm good at alchemy..." Qin Ran answered Feng Feiyan on his own, "very good, especially in pharmacology. I'm so good at it that if you poisoned me, I'd know exactly what happened; but if I poisoned you, no one would know."
Feng Feiyan's face changed slightly when she heard this. She checked herself up and down but found nothing wrong.
“Second, I am good at formations, even better than elixirs…” Qin Ran took off the Qiankun bag from his waist and continued, “So far, my greatest scientific research achievement should be integrating formations into elixirs.”
Feng Feiyan followed Qin Ran's movements and looked at his waist.
"A Qiankun bag?" She frowned and thought to herself, "There should be two Qiankun bags, one for myself and one for temporary pill storage."
"Third, I am good at escape techniques, even better than formation techniques..."
After Qin Ran finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared... He didn't disappear. He was still sitting cross-legged on the white cloud.
"Fourth..." He sighed with a look of attachment to the world that Feng Feiyan could not understand, "I am good at escaping, which is a combination of the above three specialties."
Feng Feiyan recognized that look, it was a longing for life. Although she didn’t understand, she realized the danger and she shouted, “Run!!!”
But when she turned around, she found that her plump thighs had stopped moving at some point, and she realized that she was poisoned.
She stood there, feeling her body stiffen and grow colder, and saw the Qiankun bag in Qin Ran's hand explode...
When she was dying, her eyes seemed to have a slow motion ability. She saw red flames mixed with black mist tearing the Qiankun bag apart. Black and red came out, and the shock wave tore Qin Ran into pieces. The flames roasted him into ash and charcoal, and the black mist turned him into black gas...
She watched helplessly as the flames and black mist swept toward her...
She died without thinking clearly: "Why did Qin Ran do this?"
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